At My Kitchen Sink

Nobody Thinks What I Think

Do it

No.

Why shouldn't you?

Not yet...

What are you waiting for?

I'm not sure

Exactly. Just give up.

Why?

Nobody loves you.

Beep beep beep

I have to get up.

Beep beep beep

Why bother?

Beep beep beep

Let me go.

Beep beep beep

No

Beep beep beep

It's time for me to get up.

Beep beep beep

No

Beep beep beep

What do you want from me? I'm worthless.

Beep beep beep

Exactly

Beep beep beep

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

"Tyler! Get up! Now!"

I dragged myself out of bed. I was used to the exhaustion. I can rarely sleep more than an hour each night, and most of that time is spent with him, that horrid, faceless beast who tries to kill me.

Dying wouldn't be the worst thing, though. Certainly the pain of depression, the heavy feeling in my chest, the hollow pit of despair, was much worse.

I am alarmed by looking at my arms, it was dark last night. I had no idea I went so deep. The blood was dried over the slits in my arms. That would scar.

"TYLER! NOW!"

I tossed on a hoodie and my usual black jeans. I don't put any effort into my appearance. Nobody likes me, anyway. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

I run downstairs, grab my bag, and leave. I don't bother with breakfast. Actually, I don't eat at all, really. I like that feeling. I have almost reached the school, a few blocks to go. I sit on a bench and make sure I didn't forget anything.

Ugh! I'm so stupid! I forgot everything important. My earbuds, my phone, and my razor. I want to scream. This is the worst day ever. At least I have my journal. Who knows where I would be without that.

Authors Note:

I'm so sorry guys. This is really bad.... It's my first book and it's horrible. Ew. Sorry.